Remembering A Special Someone
I can't believe it's been three years now, September 14, 2003. I still remember the last few weeks before and after you left. A week before, we came up and saw you and even though you were sick it was like you were still okay. Nana had interesting hand towels in the bathroom, that had animal prints doing random things like a cow ironing a t shirt and burning a hole in it, or a pig holding onto the washing line spinning around. I took one and neatly folded it and put it into my pocket, not knowing this memory would be the last one with you and nana together at your house. I still have the paper towel, although it's white it hasnt got dirty and still looks brand new, I bring out from time to time, just thinking. I think I remeber you telling me to have a good time in Australia, because our class was going there on September 15, and to have fun...
The next week, my sister and I got messages in school, we don't normally get messages to get pulled out of class, we knew something was wrong. That day was really weird we signed out and met dad and he took us home and my brother was home with mum, weird. Next thing dad tells us you're very sick in hospital, and we are driving to Auckland, the car ride up for the 2 and a half hours seemed really weird coz it was mostly silent, we didn't know what to say. The rest of the family was there when we got there, we saw you for a bit but it was too much for my sister and she had to leave the room, I wish I had given you the hug I was going to, but with everyone else around me crying and my sister and seeing you in the bed like that it was too much, i'm sorry. I went to the room next door and looked after my sister, when we left that day, mum stayed. Everyone kept telling me that you would've still wanted me to go to Australia, even though leading up to australia I couldn't wait, at that time it wasn't even on my mind.
That week was pretty hard at school knowing that you were in hospital, really really sick, on the Sunday, the day you died, dad took my sister and I to hamilton an hour and a half away from you... we had a hockey game, and the next day I was off to Australia. We love our hockey and you always talked with us about it, and as we were playing our game that day, dad got a call from mum saying you had died. The coach knew as well, we won that game, and later dad told us; it was a shock and hard to believe.
Going to school on Monday was really hard, and knowing that by the evening I would be leaving NZ and missing your funeral. Everything was weird, the long bus drive to Auckland was hard nothing to do and all I could think about was you, besides the trying not to be sick from the trip, and trying not to cry. In Australia, it was a whole new experience, seeing as i'd never travelled overseas before, over there it felt like nothing had happened and everything was normal, and when i'd get back you would be there. When I got back it was weird, my sister was with mum in Auckland with nana for a few weeks, that week I was back I cried myself to sleep everynight, I missed you so much. Everyone misses you a lot and wishes you were still here.
Writing down my memories to you hekps me to not forget, as I wrote this I tried not to, but was crying most of the time,
we love you and miss you
We found a possibility why you died on that day, it was the day you were released from the prison camp.
R.I.P Grandad
Take time to remember moments you've shared with loved ones
funne_girly
Sorry it's really long but I needed to get my feelings down.
Have a nice day.
I can't believe it's been three years now, September 14, 2003. I still remember the last few weeks before and after you left. A week before, we came up and saw you and even though you were sick it was like you were still okay. Nana had interesting hand towels in the bathroom, that had animal prints doing random things like a cow ironing a t shirt and burning a hole in it, or a pig holding onto the washing line spinning around. I took one and neatly folded it and put it into my pocket, not knowing this memory would be the last one with you and nana together at your house. I still have the paper towel, although it's white it hasnt got dirty and still looks brand new, I bring out from time to time, just thinking. I think I remeber you telling me to have a good time in Australia, because our class was going there on September 15, and to have fun...
The next week, my sister and I got messages in school, we don't normally get messages to get pulled out of class, we knew something was wrong. That day was really weird we signed out and met dad and he took us home and my brother was home with mum, weird. Next thing dad tells us you're very sick in hospital, and we are driving to Auckland, the car ride up for the 2 and a half hours seemed really weird coz it was mostly silent, we didn't know what to say. The rest of the family was there when we got there, we saw you for a bit but it was too much for my sister and she had to leave the room, I wish I had given you the hug I was going to, but with everyone else around me crying and my sister and seeing you in the bed like that it was too much, i'm sorry. I went to the room next door and looked after my sister, when we left that day, mum stayed. Everyone kept telling me that you would've still wanted me to go to Australia, even though leading up to australia I couldn't wait, at that time it wasn't even on my mind.
That week was pretty hard at school knowing that you were in hospital, really really sick, on the Sunday, the day you died, dad took my sister and I to hamilton an hour and a half away from you... we had a hockey game, and the next day I was off to Australia. We love our hockey and you always talked with us about it, and as we were playing our game that day, dad got a call from mum saying you had died. The coach knew as well, we won that game, and later dad told us; it was a shock and hard to believe.
Going to school on Monday was really hard, and knowing that by the evening I would be leaving NZ and missing your funeral. Everything was weird, the long bus drive to Auckland was hard nothing to do and all I could think about was you, besides the trying not to be sick from the trip, and trying not to cry. In Australia, it was a whole new experience, seeing as i'd never travelled overseas before, over there it felt like nothing had happened and everything was normal, and when i'd get back you would be there. When I got back it was weird, my sister was with mum in Auckland with nana for a few weeks, that week I was back I cried myself to sleep everynight, I missed you so much. Everyone misses you a lot and wishes you were still here.
Writing down my memories to you hekps me to not forget, as I wrote this I tried not to, but was crying most of the time,
we love you and miss you
We found a possibility why you died on that day, it was the day you were released from the prison camp.
R.I.P Grandad
Take time to remember moments you've shared with loved ones
funne_girly
Sorry it's really long but I needed to get my feelings down.
Have a nice day.
